Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.